u/daviakaufman

This is a series about a kinky game show with increasingly hot challenges for naughty wives and their cuckold husbands.

Part 1 can be found here, but you can jump in anywhere. Thanks for reading!

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CHAPTER 8 –

INTERLUDE:

HOTWIFE INTERRUPTUS

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EXT. THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS. NIGHT.

The L.A. lights shimmer like sapphires tossed in the darkness.

CAMERA MOVES deeper, into the canyons... and UP...

To a massive Spanish-style estate perched on the edge of the hill...

And as we PUSH IN... a bluesy, rumbling bass-line, pouring from the throbbing party inside, grows LOUDER...

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Gael’s mansion thudded with energy.

Music rolled and pulsed under the high ceilings of the darkened living room. Priceless art vibrated to the sound. Black and gold balloons shook around the tiered crystal chandelier.

Even the floor-to-ceiling views of the L.A. sprawl seemed to shimmer and refract to the syrupy bassline.

Benny K. swung open the heavy door.

"Welcome home, Gael!"

A hundred voices rose in concert. The place was crammed with beautiful people. Nearly every one had a face that Benny instantly recognized…

And not because he’d ever met them.

Gael couldn’t help it – a laugh of visceral pleasure escaped him as he entered the lavish party. He smacked Benny on the back, and gave him a little wink of gratitude.

Like a crusading sovereign returning to the motherland, Gael swaggered back into his kingdom.

"Oh, bro! —" Benny called after him. "Where do you keep your phone charger?"

But Gael was already swallowed into the vibing mass. He moved through, receiving warm hugs — and some hot kisses — from a litany of Hollywood’s hottest stars. The pretty "girl next door" who charmed audiences on America’s number-one sitcom… the celebrated character actor who’d just nabbed his first Best Supporting Actor Oscar… the buxom blonde who rocked the tight black skinsuits in all those superhero movies…

A party at Gael’s, thought Benny, sure wasn’t your run-of-the-mill shindig.

The rising movie star had a rep in Hollywood circles for hosting the town’s hottest bashes. It was a whispered reputation, of course — the guest lists hovered exclusively in the echelons of the A-list. Every party was a well-guarded secret: no paps, no snitches, and no one who would tell the tale…

But with all that clandestine pomp, there still wasn’t a damn phone charger in sight. Benny looked down at his phone. The screen was black. He was plumb out of battery.

He looked back up, watching his pal wade into the throng of attractive, laughing, and admiring faces. He saw people stream onto the lawns outside and leap into the glowing infinity pool that overlooked the Sunset Strip glimmering far below.

Was Gael really going to throw all this away?

A stunning model dipped into a crystal bowl. She came up sniffling the purest coke in the hemisphere. Muscular, world-famous athletes made out with supermodels all along the marble stairs to the second story.

A packed mansion. Drugs, booze, music, beautiful people. A party on a titanic scale…

It was, Benny thought, all just a little too Gatsbyesque… with one major distinction. Everyone at this party was wearing nothing but their underwear.

A famous older actress – her face and negligeéd body more eye-catching with each year of age, it seemed – was helping Gael get into the dress code by working off his shirt.

It was a secret Hollywood institution: the All-Star Gael Sankur Underwear Party.

Shit, Benny thought, watching the dazzling woman kiss Gael, at least this’ll keep the fucker from checking up on those Wife Games, yet again…

And indeed, for the first time that evening, Gael’s thoughts strayed from the clandestine Games. He passionately kissed the nubile woman on her full lips.

Out in the pool, married Hollywood couples melted together in passionate groups of four. Fit bodies in skimpy lingerie, lacy bras, and full jockstraps circled and entwined…

Probably no phone charger out there…

Suddenly a hand was on Benny’s arm.

He instantly recognized the beautiful pop star sitting on the Italian leather couch. She leaned back. She raised long, lithe legs in the air and spread them apart. Her small hands hid her pussy from Benny.

"Hi, you," she said in that world-famous voice.

Benny was stunned. She had a ravenous, almost pornographic beauty – the hottest person Benny had seen in his entire life. He stared dumbly for several seconds. Finally, he found his voice.

"Do you have a phone charger?"

"What?"

She hadn’t heard him. Rhythmic music throbbed around them.

"Nothing," Benny said louder, shaking off his complete idiocy. "H-hello."

The pop star smiled, and gently pulled her hands away. Her moist folds were visible through the floss of a red g-string.

"Eat my pussy for me?" she begged.

Well, shit, thought Benny.

Everything about Gael’s life stank of excess. His friend’s party was just a big, drug-laden, star-studded, opulent, cocaine fuck-fest. Gatsbyesque hardly began to cover it.

But Benny didn’t wanna be rude.

He dropped between the pop star’s legs.

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Rakesh’s heart pumped a cocktail of emotions across his arteries.

The studio lights were dimmed while The Wife Games ran its commercial break. The audience surrounding the sunken set chatted openly about the action still unfolding in the half-light.

Rakesh’s eyes were hooded from the force of his recent orgasm. But his gaze was singular…

His wife Diana was sucking two cocks in front of him.

Kneeling on the floor, Diana serviced two strangers with rapid, passionate blowjobs — taking one long, thin member between her lips, sucking it hard, then moving to the other.

Slumped back against his designated armchair, Rakesh reasoned that Diana had no real reason to do this, apart from her own fiery lust…

What he didn’t know was that she had a secret…

Of course, the act turned her on, too. Why else would Diana be facing her husband, with two naked men standing to either side, their hard cocks pushed out for her to service like some dirty slut?

The virile college lad groaned at Diana’s expert handling of their dicks. As she bobbed her mouth lustfully over one throbbing dick-head, she jerked the other with a tightened grip.

Rakesh gulped as Diana suddenly held still with the college boy’s cockhead in her mouth. Her hand paused its hungry stroking. Her fingers traveled lightly over the other man’s balls.

She looked at Rakesh. His penis quivered deliciously. Slowly, inch by aching inch, Diana moved her mouth down over the young man’s engorged cock.

Rakesh’s wife began to deep-throat another man in front of him. Rakesh’s dick began to rise again.

Diana fought back a gag. With a deep glug sound, she took the hard dick deep in her throat. Her nose pushed against his trimmed pubes.

Suddenly, she mewled and her cheeks expanded.

The horny college kid moaned in pleasure. Shooting cum into Rakesh’s wife’s mouth…

Diana closed her eyes and bobbed over the hard, exploding erection.  The youngster moaned out again. His head rolled back.

"Yesssss…." he said, holding Diana’s head steady. "Take my cum… hot fucking slut…"

Rakesh’s teeth clenched. He didn’t know how he felt about the lad talking to his wife like that…

Gently, Diana’s hooded eyes shuttered open. She looked at Rakesh.

Slowly, agonizingly, she dragged her wet lips and tongue over the young rod, until just the head throbbed between her lips.

Diana let the cock pop free. She licked off the viscous rope of semen that had spread from the stranger’s cockhole to her wet lips. She turned to face her husband.

Diana pushed out her hot breasts. With one stranger’s rigid dick between her fingers, and the other’s balls in her hand, she looked every bit the slut-wife she knew she was.

She slowly parted her lips. She was putting on a show, just for her husband…

But her heart thumped with anxiety. She had seen Daisey run off to the producer’s booth in the aftermath of the Cum-Off. She had a terrible feeling that Daisey was gearing up for revenge. She might actually pull her Secret Ripcord…

Perahps it wasn’t just the thrill of a double-blowjob fantasy that had led here. It was quavering nerves. And Diana needed time to strategize…

Gently, she opened her mouth.

Rakesh gasped.

Diana wriggled her laden tongue. She let her husband take in the sight of a stranger’s thick, pooled cum filling her mouth.

The beautiful woman pushed out her spunk-soaked tongue. She waggled it around. Hot semen spilled over her tits.

The older stranger let out a low, animal shout. The perverted sight before him, coupled with Diana’s fingers around his much-teased cock, was too much to handle.

His dick pulsed and shot.

"You bad, fuckin’… bitch…" he gasped, spraying ropes of jizz at her tongue and face. "Hot fuckin’ Indian slut…"

Rakesh growled gutturally again. He hoped his wife was okay with being name-called like this. Servicing the men was one thing, but he didn’t want her to feel degraded.

Diana milked a final string of viscous semen from the athletic man’s member.

"Damn she’s a hot slut…" said the college kid, grunting and exhaling after his deep orgasm. He ran his hand over Diana’s hair. "Bad lil’ Indian bitch, indeed…"

He slapped his cock against Rakesh’s wife’s face, and looked over at Rakesh. "Your wife loves other guys’ cocks, huh?" he asked matter-of-factly.

Rakesh felt a knot twisting in his belly. He was furious at the men for mocking him… and yet so turned on.

Diana waggled her jizz-laden tongue erotically at her husband. Thick spunk dripped down to her breasts in slimy ropes and trickled over her nipples.

Diana was a hot, slutty, cum-covered mess.

She ran the tip of her tongue sensually over one cock-head. Then she moved to the other, cleaning the men’s cocks like a good, dutiful slut. She made sure to look directly at Rakesh as she did it…

Diana released the slimy cocks. She licked her lips, and let Rakesh soak in the sight of her semen-splashed face and tits. She wanted her husband to see her as she really was: a carnal, cum-hungry slut.

He groaned in both pleasure and agony.

Diana pursed her lips closed. She tasted the thick loads of two strange men… salty, musty, sweet… different…

She opened her eyes. Rakesh’s awestruck face swam back into focus. She stared at the man she loved, and swallowed noisily.

Rakesh would have groaned again, but no human sound remained in him. Diana gulped two strangers’ loads into her belly.

"That’s right, hot bitch," the older man said gruffly. "Show your husband you’re a cum-swallowing slut."

Rakesh finally opened his mouth to speak up and defend his wife’s honor. But then —

"Don’t," Diana said, running her tongue over her shiny lips. "Call me a slut."

Rakesh was surprised, but satisfied. They had gone too far. Sure, his wife had sucked them off, taken their facials, and cleaned their cocks for them… but there was a line.

"Not unless you also call me a whore," Diana finished. She shot a smirk in Rakesh’s direction.

His disbelief was audible.

"Call me a nasty, cock-sucking, cum-hungry whore…" Diana purred in an innocent tone. "Call me your dirty, slutty bitch… because that’s exactly what I am."

The older man shook his head. He laughed. He began to pull on his slacks.

"Whatever you say, Diana," he said. "Shit, you take care of two hard cocks like that, I’ll call you whatever you want."

"For real, for real," said the college kid, putting his t-shirt back on. "You hot married whore."

They smacked her cheeks with their slimy cocks.

Diana grinned, winked at the men, and blew them a kiss. College boy even had the gall to wink at Rakesh.

They chuckled and moved off, heads shaking in disbelief, towards their seats in the audience.

Rakesh stared at his used wife.

Still on her knees, Diana scooted closer to her husband.

She crooked a finger and said, "Come here, hubby."

Rakesh swallowed.

He eased out of his chair, naked, quivering. He kneeled down to join her.

"Did you like that?" she asked, almost whispering.

Truth be told, Rakesh didn’t know how he felt any more… but his head was nodding.

"I’m glad," Diana said. Warmth spread over her pretty, cum-glazed face. She moved even closer.

Her full, jizz-moistened boobs pressed gently against her husband’s chest. Rakesh’s erect cock rubbed against his wife’s shaved landing strip.

He smelled her rich scent.

Diana smelled like sex… like cocks… like other men… Rakesh felt a flurry of conflicting emotions work through him…

"I…" he said, his breathing ragged. "I… I can’t believe you just sucked their dicks, right in front of me…"

Diana bit her cum-stained lip, with a faux-bashful innocence.

"I had to," she said, with a naughty twinkle in her eye. "Didn’t you hear them, baby?"

She put her arms tenderly around her husband. His manhood smashed between their bodies, throbbing.

"I’m a married whore…"

Rakesh groaned. They were so close, he could smell the hot aroma of cum on her breath. She sure wasn’t lying…

"Married to me…" Rakesh said, voice shaking.

"Married to you…" she echoed.

Diana wiggled her torso, teasing Rakesh’s pulsing cock-head.

"I’m your hot whore wife," she whispered. "All yours…"

Rakesh groaned, long and low.

Distract him… the thought flashed again through Diana’s mind… Distract yourself… Stave off that possible Secret Ripcord… She shook off the annoying thoughts and looked warmly into Rakesh’s eyes.

"But you know what I love?" she asked sweetly. She smiled, her pretty cheekbones glazed in cum. "Even more than sucking other men’s dicks for you?"

Rakesh stared at his beautiful wife. He wrapped his arms around her body and palmed her ass.

"I love you," Diana said.

"I lov—" Rakesh began to reply.

And without any warning, after sucking two cocks and swallowing the loads of two strange men, Diana pushed her tongue into her husband’s mouth.

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A pen taps a desk.

The pen is a Mont Blanc Zodiac. The desk is rich, bamboo wood.

A hand clutches the pen, between index finger and thumb. A woman’s right hand.

It stops tapping the pen.

The hand moves over to a keyboard to join the left hand. The hands hover.

They begin to type.

‘Ext. Hollywood Hills Mansion. Night.’

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EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION. NIGHT.

Nude bodies fill the plush lawns and lawn furniture, in various states of congress.

The infinity pool glows cool and aquatic. Cobwebs of watery light wind around groups in various stages of passionate intercourse. A kaleidoscope of pleasure.

A distant GONG strikes from inside the beautiful house...

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Under the archway of the grand staircase in Gael Sankur’s living room, an original Louis XV grandfather clock struck the hour. It was midnight in Los Angeles.

Nobody noticed the thundering sound… because Hollywood’s hottest, filthiest, and most clandestine sex party was only hitting its peak.

Out on the massive deck, Gael eased back in his large, steaming hot tub, carved into the natural rock past his expansive lawns. He struck up a fresh joint. Hot jets hit his naked, muscular body and he exhaled a sigh of contentment.

The city lights glittered as though on black velvet. It was a clear, balmy Southern California night, with visibility all the way to the inky dark of the Pacific.

But who the fuck was looking at that?

In the hot tub with Gael, two beautiful, nude actresses were locked in a passionate kiss. Their wet, movie star bodies snaked and curled around each other. Gael enjoyed the gentle, wet friction of their legs over his own.

As their lips smashed together, one of the stunners looked at him. She crooked her finger at him: come here.

The eye-shine sparkled in his right iris, and Gael joined the pair.

The famous actress with the striking Slavic features curled her fingers around his massive cock under the warm jets.

The threesome kissed. Their tongues danced hotly together as Gael cupped and squeezed their toned asses.

All around them, similar scenes of passion played out outside Gael’s mansion. Members of Hollywood’s A-list, world-class athletes, gorgeous pop stars, even a handful of extremely powerful men and women from the highest office in Washington… all let their inhibitions smash away as they fucked and sucked with an animal abandon.

The Eastern European gently guided Gael’s cock over her friend’s slit. As his rod massaged her sopping cunt under the water, Gael let out a contented moan.

He had really made it… and then some. He’d reached the absolute pinnacle of his field, and he’d intended to hold that spot for all the decades Father Time would give him. He had more money, fame, admiration, and access than he had ever dreamed of having. Cash poured ceaselessly over him like a shiny green tsunami, and sex to him was as abundant as the L.A. sunshine – an endless stream of the most beautiful, sexual, alluring women in the world, delivered like sensuous drone shipments directly onto the head of his huge cock. He was a legendary lover, living in the eye of an erotic cornucopia…

So why – why in the hell – was he suddenly thinking about his ex Diana?

Gael gently entered the other woman’s pussy, drawing a pleasurable groan.

She was easily the most famous movie star in Bollywood. She stared at him with dark, kajol-rimmed eyes.

"Fuck me…" she said in her sultry Indian accent. "I need your big cock…"

The other actress ran one hand over Gael’s firm ass, giving it a smack. She leaned down and started to kiss and lick Gael’s nipple.

Gael groaned. He pumped slowly into the sexy Bollywood star. She clutched his wet back, moaning his name as his gigantic cock massaged her G-spot.

He grasped her fleshy ass under the water. He pulled her up and set her on the lip of the hot tub.

He had to look at her soaking pussy. He had to study the trimmed triangle of dark pussy hair as he fucked her…

It reminded him of Diana’s.

Why couldn’t he shake his ex from his head?

Why did his mind hangnail on that dark Edgemont night – steam rising in a sinister plume, the petals of Alsatian gerbera daisies scattered over the wet grass?

The sexy European star traced her tongue down his delicious abs. He groaned. She snaked her way around his waist and came behind him.

She kneeled in the hot, pulsing water. She grinned at the sight of Gael’s gigantic balls, half-submerged in the steaming tub, rocking back and forth as he plunged himself into the Bollywood star’s pussy.

She leaned forward and licked his heavy testicles.

Gael grunted, fucking the slutty Indian superstar harder. She moaned his name.

"Gael… oh, fuck, baby… YES!" she yelled out. Even copulating couples around them turned and looked over.

"You like that big… thick… cock?" Gael intoned through gritted teeth. He expertly worked his rod over her G-spot, over and over and over… She shuddered and writhed around him.

Meanwhile, the other actress was slobbering on Gael’s balls below them, occasionally dipping forward to swipe her tongue over the Indian woman’s spread labia.

"I love it…" the Bollywood actress cried. "I love your fucking cock, Gael…"

Gael tried to focus. He tried to will his thoughts away from Diana – into the glorious, heated present.

It sure wasn’t that he didn’t adore the endless and enviable baubles of his existence. He enjoyed all of it, to the hilt. And yet, at the very core of all this shiny, sexy, steaming hedonism, he felt something… hollow.

What would slake that cavity? Was it a deep thirsting for legacy? Would siring a child of his own finally scratch that frenzied itch?

Gale shook his head. He began to fuck the actress harder. He sensed her rising orgasm, and he sensed the tension building in his own balls. He couldn’t wait to blow inside this hot Indian star…

"Your big hard cockkk," she said with those famously plump, full lips, in that famous accent. "So much… so much bigger than my white husband…"

Suddenly Gael roared. Of course he’d forgotten that she was famously married to a white pop star, whom she’d left at home to jerk off his cock while she got fucked six ways from Sunday at his party. And the realization triggered another association. Gael gave in to his ruminating.

He imagined he was fucking Diana… while her cuck husband Rakesh sprayed his seed in his hands…

He felt the slobbering sensation of one gorgeous woman’s tongue wrapping over his balls. He pumped this married Indian slut in her tight quim…

He could no longer rid himself of the thought of fucking Diana’s hot pussy in front of her husband…

He shut his eyes and roared out. He was about to cum…

When…

"Gael…" he heard.

Gael’s eyes flickered open, but he kept pumping… Whoever it was, he didn’t need to be disturbed.

He stared into the hot young star’s eyes. He kissed her full lips. His balls thrusted against her cunt, tickled by the other actress’s tongue. He felt a climax churning in the base of his cock as two women pleasured him…

"Gael!"

He ignored the voice. He tongue-kissed the hot Bollywood star. He focused on the delicious sensation of the supermodel’s tongue on his ball-sack, on his big shaft pumping into the tight ring of the married star’s pussy…

"Gael!"

"Fuck!" Gael said, distractedly looking over his shoulder. "What?"

His friend Benny was on the lawns nearby, behind an astonishingly sexy, curvaceous black woman who had just taken home an Album of the Year Grammy. She moaned out on all fours, imploring Benny to keep fucking her. Benny’s dick was buried inside her, but he was waving his cellphone at Gael.

"Gael," he said, "I found a phone charger. My phone got charged."

Gael stopped fucking the Bollywood star. She stopped moving. She looked over at Benny.

"My phone," Benny said again. "I found a charger for it."

Behind Gael, the ravishing European pulled her tongue from his throbbing balls. She also looked at Benny.

"Will you please," Gael said, finally, "Shut the fuck up about your phone charger?!"

Benny dislodged his penis from the singer’s sopping pussy.

"No, no, no," he said. "Sorry, babe, one sec —" he mouthed, as the rap star looked on in dubious bafflement. "Gael, you might wanna look at this."

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Seconds later, Gael was stomping naked into his master bathroom, with his own phone glued to his ear. His gigantic rod was still semi-hard, hanging heavy and wet from the coitus interruptus.

He shut the hefty door. The party’s music was muffled.

Finally someone picked up.

"Got your texts," Gael said into the phone. "What do you mean, ‘the gym’? What video? And what does ‘reenactment’ m—"

He listened for a beat. He caught his reflection in the wall-sized bathroom mirror.

Suddenly, the hunky movie star looked ashen.

"They’re… what do you mean, over?" His voice fell away. "Diana… did what at The Wife Games?"

This is a series about a kinky game show with increasingly hot challenges for naughty wives and their willing husbands.

Part 1 can be found here, but you can jump in anywhere. Thanks for reading!

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CHAPTER 8 –

INTERLUDE:

HOTWIFE INTERRUPTUS

---

EXT. THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS. NIGHT.

The L.A. lights shimmer like sapphires tossed in the darkness.

CAMERA MOVES deeper, into the canyons... and UP...

To a massive Spanish-style estate perched on the edge of the hill...

And as we PUSH IN... a bluesy, rumbling bass-line, pouring from the throbbing party inside, grows LOUDER...

---

Gael’s mansion thudded with energy.

Music rolled and pulsed under the high ceilings of the darkened living room. Priceless art vibrated to the sound. Black and gold balloons shook around the tiered crystal chandelier.

Even the floor-to-ceiling views of the L.A. sprawl seemed to shimmer and refract to the syrupy bassline.

Benny K. swung open the heavy door.

"Welcome home, Gael!"

A hundred voices rose in concert. The place was crammed with beautiful people. Nearly every one had a face that Benny instantly recognized…

And not because he’d ever met them.

Gael couldn’t help it – a laugh of visceral pleasure escaped him as he entered the lavish party. He smacked Benny on the back, and gave him a little wink of gratitude.

Like a crusading sovereign returning to the motherland, Gael swaggered back into his kingdom.

"Oh, bro! —" Benny called after him. "Where do you keep your phone charger?"

But Gael was already swallowed into the vibing mass. He moved through, receiving warm hugs — and some hot kisses — from a litany of Hollywood’s hottest stars. The pretty "girl next door" who charmed audiences on America’s number-one sitcom… the celebrated character actor who’d just nabbed his first Best Supporting Actor Oscar… the buxom blonde who rocked the tight black skinsuits in all those superhero movies…

A party at Gael’s, thought Benny, sure wasn’t your run-of-the-mill shindig.

The rising movie star had a rep in Hollywood circles for hosting the town’s hottest bashes. It was a whispered reputation, of course — the guest lists hovered exclusively in the echelons of the A-list. Every party was a well-guarded secret: no paps, no snitches, and no one who would tell the tale…

But with all that clandestine pomp, there still wasn’t a damn phone charger in sight. Benny looked down at his phone. The screen was black. He was plumb out of battery.

He looked back up, watching his pal wade into the throng of attractive, laughing, and admiring faces. He saw people stream onto the lawns outside and leap into the glowing infinity pool that overlooked the Sunset Strip glimmering far below.

Was Gael really going to throw all this away?

A stunning model dipped into a crystal bowl. She came up sniffling the purest coke in the hemisphere. Muscular, world-famous athletes made out with supermodels all along the marble stairs to the second story.

A packed mansion. Drugs, booze, music, beautiful people. A party on a titanic scale…

It was, Benny thought, all just a little too Gatsbyesque… with one major distinction. Everyone at this party was wearing nothing but their underwear.

A famous older actress – her face and negligeéd body more eye-catching with each year of age, it seemed – was helping Gael get into the dress code by working off his shirt.

It was a secret Hollywood institution: the All-Star Gael Sankur Underwear Party.

Shit, Benny thought, watching the dazzling woman kiss Gael, at least this’ll keep the fucker from checking up on those Wife Games, yet again…

And indeed, for the first time that evening, Gael’s thoughts strayed from the clandestine Games. He passionately kissed the nubile woman on her full lips.

Out in the pool, married Hollywood couples melted together in passionate groups of four. Fit bodies in skimpy lingerie, lacy bras, and full jockstraps circled and entwined…

Probably no phone charger out there…

Suddenly a hand was on Benny’s arm.

He instantly recognized the beautiful pop star sitting on the Italian leather couch. She leaned back. She raised long, lithe legs in the air and spread them apart. Her small hands hid her pussy from Benny.

"Hi, you," she said in that world-famous voice.

Benny was stunned. She had a ravenous, almost pornographic beauty – the hottest person Benny had seen in his entire life. He stared dumbly for several seconds. Finally, he found his voice.

"Do you have a phone charger?"

"What?"

She hadn’t heard him. Rhythmic music throbbed around them.

"Nothing," Benny said louder, shaking off his complete idiocy. "H-hello."

The pop star smiled, and gently pulled her hands away. Her moist folds were visible through the floss of a red g-string.

"Eat my pussy for me?" she begged.

Well, shit, thought Benny.

Everything about Gael’s life stank of excess. His friend’s party was just a big, drug-laden, star-studded, opulent, cocaine fuck-fest. Gatsbyesque hardly began to cover it.

But Benny didn’t wanna be rude.

He dropped between the pop star’s legs.

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Rakesh’s heart pumped a cocktail of emotions across his arteries.

The studio lights were dimmed while The Wife Games ran its commercial break. The audience surrounding the sunken set chatted openly about the action still unfolding in the half-light.

Rakesh’s eyes were hooded from the force of his recent orgasm. But his gaze was singular…

His wife Diana was sucking two cocks in front of him.

Kneeling on the floor, Diana serviced two strangers with rapid, passionate blowjobs — taking one long, thin member between her lips, sucking it hard, then moving to the other.

Slumped back against his designated armchair, Rakesh reasoned that Diana had no real reason to do this, apart from her own fiery lust…

What he didn’t know was that she had a secret…

Of course, the act turned her on, too. Why else would Diana be facing her husband, with two naked men standing to either side, their hard cocks pushed out for her to service like some dirty slut?

The virile college lad groaned at Diana’s expert handling of their dicks. As she bobbed her mouth lustfully over one throbbing dick-head, she jerked the other with a tightened grip.

Rakesh gulped as Diana suddenly held still with the college boy’s cockhead in her mouth. Her hand paused its hungry stroking. Her fingers traveled lightly over the other man’s balls.

She looked at Rakesh. His penis quivered deliciously. Slowly, inch by aching inch, Diana moved her mouth down over the young man’s engorged cock.

Rakesh’s wife began to deep-throat another man in front of him. Rakesh’s dick began to rise again.

Diana fought back a gag. With a deep glug sound, she took the hard dick deep in her throat. Her nose pushed against his trimmed pubes.

Suddenly, she mewled and her cheeks expanded.

The horny college kid moaned in pleasure. Shooting cum into Rakesh’s wife’s mouth…

Diana closed her eyes and bobbed over the hard, exploding erection.  The youngster moaned out again. His head rolled back.

"Yesssss…." he said, holding Diana’s head steady. "Take my cum… hot fucking slut…"

Rakesh’s teeth clenched. He didn’t know how he felt about the lad talking to his wife like that…

Gently, Diana’s hooded eyes shuttered open. She looked at Rakesh.

Slowly, agonizingly, she dragged her wet lips and tongue over the young rod, until just the head throbbed between her lips.

Diana let the cock pop free. She licked off the viscous rope of semen that had spread from the stranger’s cockhole to her wet lips. She turned to face her husband.

Diana pushed out her hot breasts. With one stranger’s rigid dick between her fingers, and the other’s balls in her hand, she looked every bit the slut-wife she knew she was.

She slowly parted her lips. She was putting on a show, just for her husband…

But her heart thumped with anxiety. She had seen Daisey run off to the producer’s booth in the aftermath of the Cum-Off. She had a terrible feeling that Daisey was gearing up for revenge. She might actually pull her Secret Ripcord…

Perahps it wasn’t just the thrill of a double-blowjob fantasy that had led here. It was quavering nerves. And Diana needed time to strategize…

Gently, she opened her mouth.

Rakesh gasped.

Diana wriggled her laden tongue. She let her husband take in the sight of a stranger’s thick, pooled cum filling her mouth.

The beautiful woman pushed out her spunk-soaked tongue. She waggled it around. Hot semen spilled over her tits.

The older stranger let out a low, animal shout. The perverted sight before him, coupled with Diana’s fingers around his much-teased cock, was too much to handle.

His dick pulsed and shot.

"You bad, fuckin’… bitch…" he gasped, spraying ropes of jizz at her tongue and face. "Hot fuckin’ Indian slut…"

Rakesh growled gutturally again. He hoped his wife was okay with being name-called like this. Servicing the men was one thing, but he didn’t want her to feel degraded.

Diana milked a final string of viscous semen from the athletic man’s member.

"Damn she’s a hot slut…" said the college kid, grunting and exhaling after his deep orgasm. He ran his hand over Diana’s hair. "Bad lil’ Indian bitch, indeed…"

He slapped his cock against Rakesh’s wife’s face, and looked over at Rakesh. "Your wife loves other guys’ cocks, huh?" he asked matter-of-factly.

Rakesh felt a knot twisting in his belly. He was furious at the men for mocking him… and yet so turned on.

Diana waggled her jizz-laden tongue erotically at her husband. Thick spunk dripped down to her breasts in slimy ropes and trickled over her nipples.

Diana was a hot, slutty, cum-covered mess.

She ran the tip of her tongue sensually over one cock-head. Then she moved to the other, cleaning the men’s cocks like a good, dutiful slut. She made sure to look directly at Rakesh as she did it…

Diana released the slimy cocks. She licked her lips, and let Rakesh soak in the sight of her semen-splashed face and tits. She wanted her husband to see her as she really was: a carnal, cum-hungry slut.

He groaned in both pleasure and agony.

Diana pursed her lips closed. She tasted the thick loads of two strange men… salty, musty, sweet… different…

She opened her eyes. Rakesh’s awestruck face swam back into focus. She stared at the man she loved, and swallowed noisily.

Rakesh would have groaned again, but no human sound remained in him. Diana gulped two strangers’ loads into her belly.

"That’s right, hot bitch," the older man said gruffly. "Show your husband you’re a cum-swallowing slut."

Rakesh finally opened his mouth to speak up and defend his wife’s honor. But then —

"Don’t," Diana said, running her tongue over her shiny lips. "Call me a slut."

Rakesh was surprised, but satisfied. They had gone too far. Sure, his wife had sucked them off, taken their facials, and cleaned their cocks for them… but there was a line.

"Not unless you also call me a whore," Diana finished. She shot a smirk in Rakesh’s direction.

His disbelief was audible.

"Call me a nasty, cock-sucking, cum-hungry whore…" Diana purred in an innocent tone. "Call me your dirty, slutty bitch… because that’s exactly what I am."

The older man shook his head. He laughed. He began to pull on his slacks.

"Whatever you say, Diana," he said. "Shit, you take care of two hard cocks like that, I’ll call you whatever you want."

"For real, for real," said the college kid, putting his t-shirt back on. "You hot married whore."

They smacked her cheeks with their slimy cocks.

Diana grinned, winked at the men, and blew them a kiss. College boy even had the gall to wink at Rakesh.

They chuckled and moved off, heads shaking in disbelief, towards their seats in the audience.

Rakesh stared at his used wife.

Still on her knees, Diana scooted closer to her husband.

She crooked a finger and said, "Come here, hubby."

Rakesh swallowed.

He eased out of his chair, naked, quivering. He kneeled down to join her.

"Did you like that?" she asked, almost whispering.

Truth be told, Rakesh didn’t know how he felt any more… but his head was nodding.

"I’m glad," Diana said. Warmth spread over her pretty, cum-glazed face. She moved even closer.

Her full, jizz-moistened boobs pressed gently against her husband’s chest. Rakesh’s erect cock rubbed against his wife’s shaved landing strip.

He smelled her rich scent.

Diana smelled like sex… like cocks… like other men… Rakesh felt a flurry of conflicting emotions work through him…

"I…" he said, his breathing ragged. "I… I can’t believe you just sucked their dicks, right in front of me…"

Diana bit her cum-stained lip, with a faux-bashful innocence.

"I had to," she said, with a naughty twinkle in her eye. "Didn’t you hear them, baby?"

She put her arms tenderly around her husband. His manhood smashed between their bodies, throbbing.

"I’m a married whore…"

Rakesh groaned. They were so close, he could smell the hot aroma of cum on her breath. She sure wasn’t lying…

"Married to me…" Rakesh said, voice shaking.

"Married to you…" she echoed.

Diana wiggled her torso, teasing Rakesh’s pulsing cock-head.

"I’m your hot whore wife," she whispered. "All yours…"

Rakesh groaned, long and low.

Distract him… the thought flashed again through Diana’s mind… Distract yourself… Stave off that possible Secret Ripcord… She shook off the annoying thoughts and looked warmly into Rakesh’s eyes.

"But you know what I love?" she asked sweetly. She smiled, her pretty cheekbones glazed in cum. "Even more than sucking other men’s dicks for you?"

Rakesh stared at his beautiful wife. He wrapped his arms around her body and palmed her ass.

"I love you," Diana said.

"I lov—" Rakesh began to reply.

And without any warning, after sucking two cocks and swallowing the loads of two strange men, Diana pushed her tongue into her husband’s mouth.

---

A pen taps a desk.

The pen is a Mont Blanc Zodiac. The desk is rich, bamboo wood.

A hand clutches the pen, between index finger and thumb. A woman’s right hand.

It stops tapping the pen.

The hand moves over to a keyboard to join the left hand. The hands hover.

They begin to type.

‘Ext. Hollywood Hills Mansion. Night.’

---

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION. NIGHT.

Nude bodies fill the plush lawns and lawn furniture, in various states of congress.

The infinity pool glows cool and aquatic. Cobwebs of watery light wind around groups in various stages of passionate intercourse. A kaleidoscope of pleasure.

A distant GONG strikes from inside the beautiful house...

---

Under the archway of the grand staircase in Gael Sankur’s living room, an original Louis XV grandfather clock struck the hour. It was midnight in Los Angeles.

Nobody noticed the thundering sound… because Hollywood’s hottest, filthiest, and most clandestine sex party was only hitting its peak.

Out on the massive deck, Gael eased back in his large, steaming hot tub, carved into the natural rock past his expansive lawns. He struck up a fresh joint. Hot jets hit his naked, muscular body and he exhaled a sigh of contentment.

The city lights glittered as though on black velvet. It was a clear, balmy Southern California night, with visibility all the way to the inky dark of the Pacific.

But who the fuck was looking at that?

In the hot tub with Gael, two beautiful, nude actresses were locked in a passionate kiss. Their wet, movie star bodies snaked and curled around each other. Gael enjoyed the gentle, wet friction of their legs over his own.

As their lips smashed together, one of the stunners looked at him. She crooked her finger at him: come here.

The eye-shine sparkled in his right iris, and Gael joined the pair.

The famous actress with the striking Slavic features curled her fingers around his massive cock under the warm jets.

The threesome kissed. Their tongues danced hotly together as Gael cupped and squeezed their toned asses.

All around them, similar scenes of passion played out outside Gael’s mansion. Members of Hollywood’s A-list, world-class athletes, gorgeous pop stars, even a handful of extremely powerful men and women from the highest office in Washington… all let their inhibitions smash away as they fucked and sucked with an animal abandon.

The Eastern European gently guided Gael’s cock over her friend’s slit. As his rod massaged her sopping cunt under the water, Gael let out a contented moan.

He had really made it… and then some. He’d reached the absolute pinnacle of his field, and he’d intended to hold that spot for all the decades Father Time would give him. He had more money, fame, admiration, and access than he had ever dreamed of having. Cash poured ceaselessly over him like a shiny green tsunami, and sex to him was as abundant as the L.A. sunshine – an endless stream of the most beautiful, sexual, alluring women in the world, delivered like sensuous drone shipments directly onto the head of his huge cock. He was a legendary lover, living in the eye of an erotic cornucopia…

So why – why in the hell – was he suddenly thinking about his ex Diana?

Gael gently entered the other woman’s pussy, drawing a pleasurable groan.

She was easily the most famous movie star in Bollywood. She stared at him with dark, kajol-rimmed eyes.

"Fuck me…" she said in her sultry Indian accent. "I need your big cock…"

The other actress ran one hand over Gael’s firm ass, giving it a smack. She leaned down and started to kiss and lick Gael’s nipple.

Gael groaned. He pumped slowly into the sexy Bollywood star. She clutched his wet back, moaning his name as his gigantic cock massaged her G-spot.

He grasped her fleshy ass under the water. He pulled her up and set her on the lip of the hot tub.

He had to look at her soaking pussy. He had to study the trimmed triangle of dark pussy hair as he fucked her…

It reminded him of Diana’s.

Why couldn’t he shake his ex from his head?

Why did his mind hangnail on that dark Edgemont night – steam rising in a sinister plume, the petals of Alsatian gerbera daisies scattered over the wet grass?

The sexy European star traced her tongue down his delicious abs. He groaned. She snaked her way around his waist and came behind him.

She kneeled in the hot, pulsing water. She grinned at the sight of Gael’s gigantic balls, half-submerged in the steaming tub, rocking back and forth as he plunged himself into the Bollywood star’s pussy.

She leaned forward and licked his heavy testicles.

Gael grunted, fucking the slutty Indian superstar harder. She moaned his name.

"Gael… oh, fuck, baby… YES!" she yelled out. Even copulating couples around them turned and looked over.

"You like that big… thick… cock?" Gael intoned through gritted teeth. He expertly worked his rod over her G-spot, over and over and over… She shuddered and writhed around him.

Meanwhile, the other actress was slobbering on Gael’s balls below them, occasionally dipping forward to swipe her tongue over the Indian woman’s spread labia.

"I love it…" the Bollywood actress cried. "I love your fucking cock, Gael…"

Gael tried to focus. He tried to will his thoughts away from Diana – into the glorious, heated present.

It sure wasn’t that he didn’t adore the endless and enviable baubles of his existence. He enjoyed all of it, to the hilt. And yet, at the very core of all this shiny, sexy, steaming hedonism, he felt something… hollow.

What would slake that cavity? Was it a deep thirsting for legacy? Would siring a child of his own finally scratch that frenzied itch?

Gale shook his head. He began to fuck the actress harder. He sensed her rising orgasm, and he sensed the tension building in his own balls. He couldn’t wait to blow inside this hot Indian star…

"Your big hard cockkk," she said with those famously plump, full lips, in that famous accent. "So much… so much bigger than my white husband…"

Suddenly Gael roared. Of course he’d forgotten that she was famously married to a white pop star, whom she’d left at home to jerk off his cock while she got fucked six ways from Sunday at his party. And the realization triggered another association. Gael gave in to his ruminating.

He imagined he was fucking Diana… while her cuck husband Rakesh sprayed his seed in his hands…

He felt the slobbering sensation of one gorgeous woman’s tongue wrapping over his balls. He pumped this married Indian slut in her tight quim…

He could no longer rid himself of the thought of fucking Diana’s hot pussy in front of her husband…

He shut his eyes and roared out. He was about to cum…

When…

"Gael…" he heard.

Gael’s eyes flickered open, but he kept pumping… Whoever it was, he didn’t need to be disturbed.

He stared into the hot young star’s eyes. He kissed her full lips. His balls thrusted against her cunt, tickled by the other actress’s tongue. He felt a climax churning in the base of his cock as two women pleasured him…

"Gael!"

He ignored the voice. He tongue-kissed the hot Bollywood star. He focused on the delicious sensation of the supermodel’s tongue on his ball-sack, on his big shaft pumping into the tight ring of the married star’s pussy…

"Gael!"

"Fuck!" Gael said, distractedly looking over his shoulder. "What?"

His friend Benny was on the lawns nearby, behind an astonishingly sexy, curvaceous black woman who had just taken home an Album of the Year Grammy. She moaned out on all fours, imploring Benny to keep fucking her. Benny’s dick was buried inside her, but he was waving his cellphone at Gael.

"Gael," he said, "I found a phone charger. My phone got charged."

Gael stopped fucking the Bollywood star. She stopped moving. She looked over at Benny.

"My phone," Benny said again. "I found a charger for it."

Behind Gael, the ravishing European pulled her tongue from his throbbing balls. She also looked at Benny.

"Will you please," Gael said, finally, "Shut the fuck up about your phone charger?!"

Benny dislodged his penis from the singer’s sopping pussy.

"No, no, no," he said. "Sorry, babe, one sec —" he mouthed, as the rap star looked on in dubious bafflement. "Gael, you might wanna look at this."

---

Seconds later, Gael was stomping naked into his master bathroom, with his own phone glued to his ear. His gigantic rod was still semi-hard, hanging heavy and wet from the coitus interruptus.

He shut the hefty door. The party’s music was muffled.

Finally someone picked up.

"Got your texts," Gael said into the phone. "What do you mean, ‘the gym’? What video? And what does ‘reenactment’ m—"

He listened for a beat. He caught his reflection in the wall-sized bathroom mirror.

Suddenly, the hunky movie star looked ashen.

"They’re… what do you mean, over?" His voice fell away. "Diana… did what at The Wife Games?"

My sincere apologies for the delay. Some life things led to a short hiatus, but this will resume its twice-weekly run for anyone following this saga of a couple participating in a game show with increasingly naughty challenges.

Part 1 can be found here, but you can jump in anywhere. Thanks for reading!

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CHAPTER 7:

SYSTEM SHOCKS

---

Rakesh and the other husbands sat stock-still.

The Bonus Round began.

The naked men watched as their wives weaved through the hungry audience.

The lingerie-clad beauties were gauging the men, trying to clinch their best bets… They needed to select the perfect stranger to jerk to completion. The question was: Who could they make cum, and quick?

A driving electronic beat coursed through the studio, energizing the action. Wandering spotlights criss-crossed over the packed crowd.

Patti made her choice first.

The buxom model beelined straight for the college student she had lap-danced for in the Strip-Off.

The fresh-faced nineteen-year-old beamed with joy as she approached. Patti took his hand and led him to the circle. The young man shook feverishly; he couldn’t believe his luck. His cock already tented the front of his cargo shorts.

Daisey took her time.

The teaching assistant walked by a few men who eagerly raised their hands in offer to the petite woman. She rolled her eyes.

Rakesh couldn’t help but notice how she quickly skipped by the brown and black men in the audience. A slight grimace played over her lips as she stepped past a pair of cheering Arab men. Daisey shook her head with slight disgust, and nimbly moved by.

Was there some sort of history there – or merely evidence of Daisey’s prejudice?

Of course, Rakesh thought, the pieces of Daisey’s seemingly dismissive behavior to him falling into place. Daisey’s racist…

He watched as, finally, she found a man who looked a fair bit like her husband Kevin. He was a skinny, unassuming blond white man in slacks. He seemed excited to be selected for the handjob. Daisey led him to the husbands’ circle.

Diana, meanwhile, drew no shortage of admiring stares as she maneuvered through the packed aisles. People checked out her nearly naked ass and tits openly while she sauntered past in heels and mesh lingerie.

Her eyes twinkled mischievously as men - and some women - ogled and cheered. The bolder men volunteered themselves eagerly as Diana studied their bodies and faces.

Her decision was a critical one. If they didn’t gain any bonus points, they’d be packing right up…

Suddenly, her eyes fell on an attractive man in his twenties. He gazed at Rakesh’s wife with burning lust in his eyes. Her Strip-Off performance had really turned him on…

Diana stopped. She let her eyes drift down to the pronounced erection bulging in his pants – pointing right at her.

He would do just fine.

In moments, Diana led the lucky stranger by the hand, back towards her husband.

Despite the cold studio air, sweat was beading on Rakesh’s brow. His wife stepped into the circle.

All three wives had now selected their partners. They stood with them in front of their seated, naked husbands.

The music faded down.

"Alright, ya’ lucky boys," Jessica intoned from outside the sunken arena. "Time to show our hot-wives what they’ll be working with. Drop those pants!"

Diana stared at the attractive stranger’s eyes. She looked towards her husband.

The college man’s cargo shorts were the first to fall. Rakesh, from his seat, saw his pasty ass come into view in front of Karl. But on the screens around them, his long, thin cock was on full display.

Patti stared down at it with her lips open. The young man’s rod was painfully erect, the head dripping with pre-cum.

Daisey and Diana both watched their selected strangers strip off their pants.

Daisey’s man had a thick shaft that was semi-hard at the prospect of his imminent handjob. Her eyes widened as it came bobbing out of his jeans. It was the first new cock she’d hold since she had been married…

But the others in the circle were barely a blur in Rakesh’s consciousness.

His heart raced as he watched the attractive man in front of him expose himself to Diana.

For some reason, the tall stranger decided first to strip off his gray t-shirt. His body was lean and athletic. Diana let her eyes roam over him admiringly, and Rakesh felt a jealous twinge.

Then the stranger undid his belt. His blue slacks fell to his shoes. He dropped his boxers.

His cock was engorged.

A practically naked man now stood in front of Rakesh’s practically naked wife. Rakesh felt his heart thumping all the way in his throat.

In the Strip-Off, he’d had mere glimpses of Diana’s naughty performance, from a distance. Now she was three feet away.

"To reiterate, ladies," Chris announced. "You may only use your hands and your words to make these men cum…"

Diana breathed, making sure she’d get that right. Only hands and words. They couldn’t risk another penalty.

Rakesh’s wife studied the stranger’s veiny dick. It wasn’t overly thick, but it was long and very hard. Most notable was the head, which was bulbous and gleaming, pointing invitingly up at Diana’s face…

"And the first wife to make one of these horny strangers cum," said Jessica. "Will net herself three extra points…"

Diana caught herself ogling the man’s hardness. She looked over at Rakesh.

Her husband looked at her with a mix of shock and fiery desire. He’d caught her lusty admiration of the man. Rakesh’s dick, too, was now rock-hard…

"And now, with no introductions, no names exchanged…" Jessica continued. "Let’s see which of our married sluts can talk and stroke her way to some anonymous cum —"

"The Talking to Strangers challenge begins," Chris counted. "In 3…"

Diana took a deep breath. She smiled nervously at the attractive audience member.

"2…"

The naked stud smiled back at Rakesh’s hot wife. His eyes moved up and down Diana’s curvy body. She is so hot, he thought.

"And…"

Diana stepped closer. The stranger’s dick bucked.

Yes, Diana thought to herself, she had to make this man shoot cum…

*"*1…"

Make him blow his seed, hard… Right in front of her watching husband…

*"*Go!"

Three hot-wives grasped three ready cocks.

---

A month ago, in their living room, Diana was about to tell Rakesh her news…

Then she noticed the dire cast of her husband’s face.

“What happened?” she asked.

Slowly, Rakesh informed her that his company had gone under. Top executives had been covering up severe losses for a year. Kraftbank brass had been siphoning accounts. The FCA were initiating criminal proceedings. And everyone at Rakesh’s firm had been let go.

Diana let the news wash over her. Rakesh didn’t quite know how to tell her the worst of it…

The couple sat on their couch, staring at each other in a state of shock that was ebbing into devastation.

“Ra, the mandatory rent increase this year…”

“I know.”

“And our travel expenses from the summer. And your Mazda lease. I mean, we still haven’t –”

“I know,” Rakesh replied, staring at the floor.

Suddenly, Diana put her hands over her mouth.

“Oh no,” she said.

With a start she had realized the full import of this turn of events.

“Yes,” Rakesh confirmed, finally meeting her eyes.

“Our savings…”

Rakesh gave an aching, prolonged nod before he responded.

“They were all –”

---

ABRUPTLY CUT TO:

EXT. CHELSEA STREET. WIDE VIEW.

Looking in from outside Diana and Rakesh’s living room window.

Our view ZOOMS OUT slowly.

As the couple talk, we can still hear them – only their voices are now lightly distorted and filtered.

RAKESH (V.O.)
-- in my Kraftbank account.
(beat)
They’ve been wiped.

DIANA (V.O.)
Are we going to get them back?

RAKESH (V.O.)
Depends on the FCA ruling... but...
it doesn’t look good.

DIANA (V.O.)
Ra, my position at the consultancy --

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. OCEAN. DAY.

CAMERA travels over the high seas.

The crackle of their distorted conversation continues over.

DIANA (V.O.)
It’s deferred. Given the funding at the
start-up, I doubt they’ll advance me anything.

RAKESH (V.O.)
I assume your folks are still out of the
question...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. ISLAND. DAY.

Blue sky. A dazzling white beach. Palm-fringed coasts circle a little Pacific paradise surrounded by ocean.

The island from our opening titles. Only now, there are no strange buildings protruding from its green peaks --

Just a single GRAY SHED, clustered in meryta trees. We TRACK towards it.

DIANA (V.O.)
You know that. And I just helped Sujata
with that loan. It could be months
before she pays us back. Maybe a year.

RAKESH (V.O.)
... We don’t have that kind of time...

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. SHED.

A SMALL, GLOWING SCREEN, in the dark room.

A green WAVEFORM of Rakesh and Diana’s distorted voices spikes and ebbs.

RAKESH (V.O.)
I did the math.

DIANA (V.O.)
The math?

RAKESH (V.O.)
Yes...
(beat)
We’ll be flat broke within a month.

Someone is listening in and recording them.

BACK TO:

---

Flat broke. Within a month.

The words landed like shattering glass. Diana blanched at Rakesh’s pronouncement.

The couple sat there.

Long minutes passed.

Then, a microscopic dilation expanded in Diana’s eyes.

Her mind started to move, flutter, compute. Her heart gradually quickened.

Another minute passed.

Diana reached for her husband’s hand.

"Ra," she began softly. She inched closer on the couch. "The show."

Rakesh furrowed his brow.

"The one you showed me."

Rakesh didn’t understand. What was she talking about?

She put her hand on his thigh. An electric charge rushed up his leg. Instantly, he understood.

"The Wife Games," Diana breathed.

Without warning, Rakesh’s cock was hardening into an erection.

"Y-yes?"

"Remember how I came while watching it?" Diana whispered. "While you ate my pussy… again and again…"

Rakesh looked at his wife’s full lips as she spoke.

"Because," Diana continued, her voice dropping even lower. "I imagined it was me doing those challenges… in front of you…"

A shiver shook through Rakesh’s engorging dick. Diana moved closer still. Their warm legs pressed against each other.

"How much," she asked Rakesh. "Do you think the prize money is?"

---

About a month later, after a rigorous vetting process and a series of intimate interviews… on the set of those very Wife Games… Rakesh’s fingers clamped the sides of his reclinable chair…

His fingernails hurt. His knuckles were white.

His hot, curvy wife Diana was on her knees in front of him, stroking a complete stranger’s cock in one hand.

The attractive man was the only totally nude stranger in the circle. He looked down lustily as Diana’s hand glided expertly over his oiled-up cock.

Behind them, Rakesh was peripherally aware of Daisey tugging listlessly on her prospect’s rod. He could hear the college boy in front of Patti moan deeply, but she was hidden from Rakesh’s view behind the young man’s ass.

But right now, his eyes could only soak in the sight of his own slutty wife, two feet away.

Diana’s lips were parted erotically as she skillfully massaged the strange cock. She looked over at her husband. Rakesh’s cock stuck straight up in his lap.

She raised her eyebrows. And she started to dirty talk… to both of the men.

"Do you like how I’m jacking off his cock, baby?" she asked Rakesh, her voice dripping with innocence. "Am I doing a good job?"

Rakesh could only nod. His parched lips wouldn’t produce a sound.

Diana grinned. She looked up at the naked stranger.

"My husband says I’m doing a good job being a slut for you…"

Diana’s pace increased. Her fingers squeezed the bulging head with each upstroke.

She loved the feeling of a new cock in her hand…

"Do you like sluts?" she whispered to the man. "Do you like that I’m a naughty, married, fuck-slut?"

The man gritted his teeth. The beautiful hotwife had a filthy mouth…

Diana was trying to suss the stranger out. She needed to find the line of dirty talk that would get him to cum for her…

Rakesh looked down at his own pulsing cock. His head gushed a steady stream of pre-cum. Only minutes ago, he couldn’t get hard. And now his whole shaft seemed to shake from the tension in his balls.

"Do you wanna spray me?" Diana asked. She breathed hotly on the stranger’s bulging cock-head as she stroked. After the penalties of the last round, she was extremely cautious not to touch him with anything but her hands.

Rakesh’s nude body glistened with excitement. He watched his hot wife, clad in nothing but revealing mesh lingerie. And as camera lenses circled and zoomed around them… as a titillated audience watched the three wives stroke their chosen men from all sides… as they ogled Rakesh’s wife’s tits and shaved pussy and practically naked ass…

Diana passionately masturbated a man she’d never met before.

"Spray me like a slut," Diana begged him, in front of her husband. "Pleeeease?"

She reached up with her other hand. She worked his balls with her fingernails. Both Rakesh and the stranger groaned.

Diana looked over at Rakesh.

She glanced at his pulsing, cum-throbbed cock, that he was trying so hard not to touch… he just didn’t want to risk cumming, and robbing them of some critical points later…

"Look," she said to the man, keeping her eyes fixed on Rakesh’s dick. "Look how hard my husband is… Even he wants you to spray his slut."

Diana licked her lips wetly as she stared into her husband’s eyes. She let him ogle her, relishing the hungry gaze of the man she loved…

As she jerked off a stranger’s oiled-up cock…

Kneaded a stranger’s oiled-up balls…

Rakesh’s eyes shut. He was terrified that he was going to spray his load.

And then…

Patti squealed out in delight.

"Fuck yeah, my hot bitch!" Patti’s husband, Karl, cheered. "Get that frat boy’s cum!"

Rakesh’s view of Patti was still obscured, but every monitor around them presented a kinky sight…

The beautiful model beamed broadly as she stroked rope after rope of spunk from the college boy’s stiff, young dick.

Rakesh’s eyes widened. And, along with Diana’s, his spirits sunk.

The youngster’s head was thrown back in a grimace. He shot like a firehose. Thick splashes of his cum drowned Patti’s massive tits in an erotic river. Stray spunk sprayed wetly on her pretty face, covering her grin…

"And there it is!" Jessica announced. The audience roared. "Our first cum-shot of the Cum-Off!"

Rakesh’s distraught gaze racked to the scoreboard over the crowd.

Patti and Karl now had six points. Rakesh and Diana were still at minus three. An impossible, nine-point lead.

"But we still have a minute and thirty seconds to go!" Chris said. "Well, 1:29… 1:28…"

Diana looked desperately at her husband. The hot wife’s fingers resumed stroking the nameless man.

"Can our other wives net any points at all?"

Rakesh looked his wife in the eyes. We need this, baby — he tried to say with his gaze.

Diana felt the stranger’s meat sliding in her grip. How on earth could she get this man off with just a minute and change left?

Of course, Diana thought. They did have one, last-ditch failsafe available…

She wondered if now was the time to use her Secret Ripcord.

"Oh my gosh!" Chris’s voice perked up in surprise. "In an unprecedented showing, we have our slut-wife Patti going for a second cum-load!"

Diana and Rakesh looked over in shock.

Indeed, Patti was masturbating the college-goer’s dick with renewed vigor. The young man was, incredibly, growing hard again.

He groaned as the cum-covered beauty dirty-talked him, her freshly spunked smile tantalizingly close to his cock…

"Shoot for me," Patti purred. She worked his hardening slab. "Come on, college boy… you only covered my big titties… I need more…"

Fuck, Diana thought, her mind working desperately while she jerked her stranger. That’s why Patti had chosen the young man. Strategy… He was eager, virile, and full of spunk… and by far the youngest of the three men in the circle.

Patti had been aiming for double points all along…

"A minute and fifteen seconds!" Chris announced.

"If you give me more cum," Patti said enticingly. "I’ll let you fuck me after…"

The young man groaned.

"Let you blow a load in my tight little pussy…" Patti said, licking her lips. "Bet you’ve never done that, have you?"

Her guess was apparently correct as the virginal student groaned loudly. He closed his eyes, feeling a new batch of cum boiling…

Diana needed to think fast.

No, she couldn’t use the Ripcord… not yet. Not ever…

Using it could mean the end of her marriage…

She shook the thought and formed another plan. A naughty one…

Diana glanced at her aroused husband. He was clearly distracted by Patti’s sexy cum-coated body as she tried to coax a second load. So was Diana’s own stranger.

It was time to change that.

"Baby," she stage-whispered to Rakesh.

Both men looked at Diana’s pretty, heart-shaped face.

"I’m gonna be really bad now… okay?" she asked rhetorically.

She gazed up at the other man. "Because I need your cum, stranger. I reeeeallly need some hot cum."

Diana took her left hand off his ball-sack. She sucked her index finger into her mouth. She drew it out slowly.

It shone with her saliva.

"One minute," Chris counted down.

Still stroking the man’s hard dick with one hand, Diana reached between his toned legs. Her sopping index finger moved behind him.

She reached the wet digit between his ass-cheeks…

Diana pushed her fingertip into the man’s asshole.

The stranger’s eyes popped wide with surprise.

"Oh, FUCK!" he screamed out.

Rakesh’s head - and cock - nearly exploded.

Diana jacked the man’s dick rapidly with one hand. Her finger pushed into his tight ass.

Rakesh’s wife was on a mission for cum.

"Well," Jessica said on her mic. "It looks like our spunk-queen Diana is trying a hot new tactic…"

Rakesh’s mouth hung open with cartoonish shock.

He couldn’t believe his wife was finger-fucking another man’s asshole, right in front of him…

Far behind Diana, Kevin’s jaw dropped open. He’d already had his sights on Diana, and now she was blowing his mind. He completely ignored his own wife’s inproficient handjob.

Ass-play was one of Kevin’s greatest kinks, and Daisey had never wanted to indulge it…

Diana swelled with arousal, wantonly playing with the man’s asshole.

She had done it for Rakesh, once, in their shower. He’d shot his load like an exploding hose… Which was just what Diana needed this stranger to do now…

"Oh fuck, FUCK, fuck!" the man said, gritting his teeth. "You hot slut…"

"Yessss…" Diana moaned out. "Call me filthy fucking names! I love it!"

Her nearly naked pussy was soaked and aching… She wished Rakesh would get under her and eat her out right then.

"Call me a whore in front of my husband!" Diana said.

"You fucking… whore," the man said to Rakesh’s wife. All his attention was on Diana’s finger dithering his anus. "You hot… ass-fingering… whore…"

"Forty-five seconds!"

"You like that?" Diana asked naughtily. "Hmm, naughty boy? You like when I play with your asshole?"

She could feel his thick head bulging in her grasp. She could feel his tight asshole grip her probing finger.

He was close…

"You like my slut finger in your ass, baby?"

The stranger groaned, long and low.

Kevin’s eyes kept shifting distractedly between his own wife, and the show Diana was putting on.

Daisey’s routine handjob was still having little effect on the Kevin-lookalike. Unlike Diana, Daisey just listlessly repeated a chant. "Cum," the petite woman intoned. "Cum…"

---

BRIEF CUT:

A SPLIT SCREEN.

Three-way action of Patti, Daisey, and Diana, all jerking and dirty-talking their bulging strangers…

---

"Thirty seconds!" Chris counted.

Patti was expertly working on drawing a second load from the collegiate’s cock.

"Think of how hot my wet, married pussy will feel," she moaned to the young man. "Give me that thick cum… in my dirty cunt…"

Karl masturbated his fat shaft, cheering his wife on.

"Twenty-five seconds…"

Diana needed this… if Patti got another cum-shot before her, they were finished…

"I love playing with guys’ assholes!" Diana yelled suddenly. "I fucking LOVE it!"

The audience cheered at the slutty pronouncement. The excited man closed his eyes.

Rakesh watched his wife finger the nameless man’s asshole. He watched her jack him and tell the world how much she liked anally fingering men…

He clenched the chair and felt his own hard cock vibrate. Rakesh could feel it thrum, feel his balls churn…

"I’m a fucking slut," Diana said ecstatically. She looked hotly at her husband. "I’m a dirty slut, baby… you married a slut… sluts like me play with all the boys’ assholes…"

Diana’s fingertip moved rapidly, sloppily, in and out. Her finger smacked wetly as she toyed with the tight grip of the stranger’s anus. Her other hand stroked his excited cock, fast and hard…

"Cum for me, baby," she said to the man. "While I play with your dirty asshole… in front of my rock-hard hubby…"

"Twenty… Nineteen…"

"Dirty, bad slut… I’m a dirty slut for boys’ dirty assholes…"

And then…

The stranger groaned. His dick bucked.

A rope of thick cum shot out…

"Yesssssss," Diana purred.

The stranger growled and swore. His hard cock spewed…

Rakesh watched with wide eyes…

Diana stretched out her tongue…

A stranger’s cum splattered on her tongue and lips.

Diana’s kept milking the stud’s prostate. His cock shot again…

Rakesh suddenly grunted from deep within his belly.

His cock and balls took control of him. They flexed his legs and pushed him upwards. Rakesh reared up from his seat.

He couldn’t help it… Rakesh’s thrust his hips towards his wife.

And thick cum shot out of his dick…

Diana squealed with surprise. The stranger’s second spurt splashed her outstretched tongue. She turned with her cum-filled mouth open, to her suddenly standing husband.

Rakesh’s cum sprayed on his wife’s face, joining the stranger’s load…

Rakesh moaned like a caterwaul. His head swam. The sight of his wife, her wet finger in another man’s ass… her tongue receiving his hot load… It was all too much for him.

"Oh, fuck, baby!" Diana said, giggling as the two men’s cum hit her face repeatedly. "Cover my slutty face!"

The two men emptied their balls on her…

"FUCK, DI!" Rakesh shouted. More cum rushed from his sac to his cock-head.

More wet loads from both the men landed on Diana’s laughing face.

The hot-wife was in slut heaven.

"Ho-lee shit," Chris laughed over the speakers. "It looks like sexy Diana cannot get enough cum! And with just ten seconds to go, it se—"

The urgent patter of feet interrupted his voice.

Kevin, Daisey’s husband, was suddenly rushing from his seat. His cock was in his hand.

Daisey looked at her husband, astonished.

Diana registered the skinny man in her peripheral vision. Still kneeling, she pulled her finger from the stranger’s ass and turned to the approaching husband.

"What happened, baby?" she said to Kevin. "You like what I’m doing to him?"

Kevin nodded frantically, beating his cock over Diana’s face. He desperately wanted the same. Diana knew this.

She grinned devilishly. She reached back and pushed her other fingertip into Kevin’s asshole.

Kevin moaned out so loudly, every person in the circle turned to watch them…

Diana pushed her finger deeper into his ass. It sank in to the first knuckle.

"You like when I fuck your asshole?" she said with a giggle. "You naughty boy—"

Diana didn’t finish the sentence.

A massive geyser of cum splashed her face, yet again.

Kevin roared like a gut-shot animal.

His balls, full and round, emptied themselves in tapioca-like ropes onto Rakesh’s kneeling hot-wife.

Her wriggling finger felt incredible in his tight ass… He’d never felt anything like it.

Diana giggled. She couldn’t believe it. She felt sluttier than she ever had before. She felt cum-drunk.

She cupped her mesh-covered tits and lowered herself below Kevin’s spurting dick. She stuck out her tongue, offering herself to his cock.

Her finger moved rapidly inside his tight, virginal asshole.

The skinny, pent-up husband sprayed her face.

And kept spraying…

It seemed he hadn’t cum at all since the Games had begun. He ejaculated his stored-up load all over Rakesh’s wife.

The slut was being utterly covered in cum.

Rakesh wobbled on his legs. He was completely dazed.

Three men had now paid their wet tribute to his wife…

Rakesh had barely gotten over the shock of Diana playing with a nameless stranger’s asshole. He’d barely gotten over his own body reflexively dousing her in cum. And now his wife was receiving a third load from another husband in the circle…

"And… time?" Jessica announced, with a laugh.

The audience erupted in ear-shattering applause. Bassy music swelled.

Lights faded up around the room.

Kevin squeezed a final string of sperm. It shot out, missing Diana’s face. It trickled down to her drenched sex.

Diana’s breasts were soaked with jets of spunk. Three facials had coated her face in messy white streaks. And as Diana turned seductively to her husband…

Rakesh caught a naughty glint in her eyes.

She eased her finger out of Kevin’s asshole.

Diana opened her mouth wide for her husband.

It was filled with cum.

She moved her tongue around lasciviously, playing with the messy pool of multiple mens’ semen within…

Rakesh groaned, disbelieving, and fell back onto his chair.

This was the woman he married?

Still staring at her husband, Diana closed her mouth and swallowed noisily.

Then, with her eyes fixed on Rakesh, she sucked first one index finger between her lips… and then the other. Fingers that had just been in the assholes of two other men…

Rakesh watched through lidded eyes as Diana silently mouthed words at him…

 

"I’m your slut…"

The other women in the circle released their own strangers’ rods.

Daisey stared at Diana with daggers in her eyes. After all, the thieving hotwife had completely usurped her husband’s cum in the challenge…

It was more than mere jealousy. It was pure contempt.

Daisey wanted only to get her revenge…

Patti, on the other hand, gazed with grudging admiration. Diana was proving to be quite the worthy opponent after all.

Chris and Jessica stepped back into the circle.

"What a damn round!" Chris said. His erection tented the front of his robe as he stepped close to Diana.

"Incredible," Jessica said. "Diana takes home three points for making her studly stranger shoot his wad, making her score —"

The scoreboards around updated. Diana and Rakesh were now at… "Zero!"

Diana smiled. It wasn’t an out-and-out victory, but they had become even with Daisey and Kevin.

"But wait," Chris said. "I’m getting word from our producers that these will not be the final scores of the Cum-Off."

An "ooooh" proliferated through the audience.

Diana gazed at Rakesh with an eyebrow raised on her cum-glazed face.

"Since Diana’s hot performance also made her husband and Daisey’s husband shoot, both within the time limit…" Jessica said.

"She will get three points for each of their loads too." Chris said. "Which means… six more points!"

Diana’s eyes went wide. She turned and beamed beautifully at Rakesh. She could just kiss him right then for shooting on her…

But, with all the spunk in her mouth and all over her face, she didn’t know if he’d want that… would he?

The scores updated.

Patti was at 6. Daisey at 0. Diana and Rakesh were also now at 6.

They had tied for the lead!

Kevin reproachfully returned to his seat. Now Daisey shot utter rage at him with her glare. Kevin tried to avoid his wife’s eyes.

Yes, she would get her revenge on Diana…

She simmered with an idea.

Daisey stood silently from her seat. She moved for the producers’ booth…

Diana noticed. A growing worry began to gnaw at her. She bit her cum-soaked lip.

Her spent stranger nodded gratefully at Diana, shaking his head in disbelief. He turned and nodded awkwardly at Rakesh, and then moved out of the circle.

Patti and Daisey’s chosen men were doing the same. Both those strangers, however, still had fully engorged erections.

"Now let’s send these pretty women to the showers before we do the day’s Wrap-Up, shall we?" Chris said. "And then we’ll say goodbye to our losing couple…"

"But for now, let’s take a quick commercial break —"

"Wait," Diana said.

Rakesh - and everyone else there - looked over at the kneeling woman in surprise.

Diana had reached out and stopped the two strangers from leaving. The college boy and the clean-cut man looked confused.

"The round is over now, right?" Diana asked the show’s hosts. Cum dripped down her face and breasts, making her look impossible slutty. "Which means we don’t have to use only our hands?"

"Uh, I guess so, sweetie," Jessica said, amused. "But this isn’t a challenge. You know you can’t get any more points, right?"

"I know," Diana said. The cum-coated hot-wife reached for the two men’s thighs. She nudged the pair of strangers closer around her.

Diana looked at Rakesh.

Her poor husband didn’t know if he had any more shock left in his reserve of emotions…

"I can’t let these boys walk away like this, baby," Diana pouted at her husband. "It’s cruel. I hope you don’t mind…"

"Mind… what?"

But before Rakesh could get an answer…

Diana grabbed the college boy’s cock. Still looking at her husband, she opened her mouth wide… and wrapped her lips around his long, young shaft.

Rakesh was slack-jawed. Chris and Jessica chuckled.

"She really is some slut!" Chris said.

Theme music came over the scene, and the lights began to roam off.

Rakesh just watched, while his wife sucked one hard dick into her mouth. Then she noisily slurped her lips off of it and moved on to the other.

Sucking off two complete strangers right in front of Rakesh, for the first time…

And it wasn’t even part of the damn competition.

"The Wife Games will be back after these messages…"

My sincere apologies for the delay. Some life things led to a short hiatus, but this will resume its twice-weekly run for anyone following this saga of a couple participating in a game show with increasingly naughty challenges.

Part 1 can be found here, but you can jump in anywhere. Thanks for reading!

---

CHAPTER 7:

SYSTEM SHOCKS

Rakesh and the other husbands sat stock-still.

The Bonus Round began.

The naked men watched as their wives weaved through the hungry audience.

The lingerie-clad beauties were gauging the men, trying to clinch their best bets… They needed to select the perfect stranger to jerk to completion. The question was: Who could they make cum, and quick?

A driving electronic beat coursed through the studio, energizing the action. Wandering spotlights criss-crossed over the packed crowd.

Patti made her choice first.

The buxom model beelined straight for the college student she had lap-danced for in the Strip-Off.

The fresh-faced nineteen-year-old beamed with joy as she approached. Patti took his hand and led him to the circle. The young man shook feverishly; he couldn’t believe his luck. His cock already tented the front of his cargo shorts.

Daisey took her time.

The teaching assistant walked by a few men who eagerly raised their hands in offer to the petite woman. She rolled her eyes.

Rakesh couldn’t help but notice how she quickly skipped by the brown and black men in the audience. A slight grimace played over her lips as she stepped past a pair of cheering Arab men. Daisey shook her head with slight disgust, and nimbly moved by.

Was there some sort of history there – or merely evidence of Daisey’s prejudice?

Of course, Rakesh thought, the pieces of Daisey’s seemingly dismissive behavior to him falling into place. Daisey’s racist…

He watched as, finally, she found a man who looked a fair bit like her husband Kevin. He was a skinny, unassuming blond white man in slacks. He seemed excited to be selected for the handjob. Daisey led him to the husbands’ circle.

Diana, meanwhile, drew no shortage of admiring stares as she maneuvered through the packed aisles. People checked out her nearly naked ass and tits openly while she sauntered past in heels and mesh lingerie.

Her eyes twinkled mischievously as men - and some women - ogled and cheered. The bolder men volunteered themselves eagerly as Diana studied their bodies and faces.

Her decision was a critical one. If they didn’t gain any bonus points, they’d be packing right up…

Suddenly, her eyes fell on an attractive man in his twenties. He gazed at Rakesh’s wife with burning lust in his eyes. Her Strip-Off performance had really turned him on…

Diana stopped. She let her eyes drift down to the pronounced erection bulging in his pants – pointing right at her.

He would do just fine.

In moments, Diana led the lucky stranger by the hand, back towards her husband.

Despite the cold studio air, sweat was beading on Rakesh’s brow. His wife stepped into the circle.

All three wives had now selected their partners. They stood with them in front of their seated, naked husbands.

The music faded down.

"Alright, ya’ lucky boys," Jessica intoned from outside the sunken arena. "Time to show our hot-wives what they’ll be working with. Drop those pants!"

Diana stared at the attractive stranger’s eyes. She looked towards her husband.

The college man’s cargo shorts were the first to fall. Rakesh, from his seat, saw his pasty ass come into view in front of Karl. But on the screens around them, his long, thin cock was on full display.

Patti stared down at it with her lips open. The young man’s rod was painfully erect, the head dripping with pre-cum.

Daisey and Diana both watched their selected strangers strip off their pants.

Daisey’s man had a thick shaft that was semi-hard at the prospect of his imminent handjob. Her eyes widened as it came bobbing out of his jeans. It was the first new cock she’d hold since she had been married…

But the others in the circle were barely a blur in Rakesh’s consciousness.

His heart raced as he watched the attractive man in front of him expose himself to Diana.

For some reason, the tall stranger decided first to strip off his gray t-shirt. His body was lean and athletic. Diana let her eyes roam over him admiringly, and Rakesh felt a jealous twinge.

Then the stranger undid his belt. His blue slacks fell to his shoes. He dropped his boxers.

His cock was engorged.

A practically naked man now stood in front of Rakesh’s practically naked wife. Rakesh felt his heart thumping all the way in his throat.

In the Strip-Off, he’d had mere glimpses of Diana’s naughty performance, from a distance. Now she was three feet away.

"To reiterate, ladies," Chris announced. "You may only use your hands and your words to make these men cum…"

Diana breathed, making sure she’d get that right. Only hands and words. They couldn’t risk another penalty.

Rakesh’s wife studied the stranger’s veiny dick. It wasn’t overly thick, but it was long and very hard. Most notable was the head, which was bulbous and gleaming, pointing invitingly up at Diana’s face…

"And the first wife to make one of these horny strangers cum," said Jessica. "Will net herself three extra points…"

Diana caught herself ogling the man’s hardness. She looked over at Rakesh.

Her husband looked at her with a mix of shock and fiery desire. He’d caught her lusty admiration of the man. Rakesh’s dick, too, was now rock-hard…

"And now, with no introductions, no names exchanged…" Jessica continued. "Let’s see which of our married sluts can talk and stroke her way to some anonymous cum —"

"The Talking to Strangers challenge begins," Chris counted. "In 3…"

Diana took a deep breath. She smiled nervously at the attractive audience member.

"2…"

The naked stud smiled back at Rakesh’s hot wife. His eyes moved up and down Diana’s curvy body. She is so hot, he thought.

"And…"

Diana stepped closer. The stranger’s dick bucked.

Yes, Diana thought to herself, she had to make this man shoot cum…

*"*1…"

Make him blow his seed, hard… Right in front of her watching husband…

*"*Go!"

Three hot-wives grasped three ready cocks.

---

A month ago, in their living room, Diana was about to tell Rakesh her news…

Then she noticed the dire cast of her husband’s face.

“What happened?” she asked.

Slowly, Rakesh informed her that his company had gone under. Top executives had been covering up severe losses for a year. Kraftbank brass had been siphoning accounts. The FCA were initiating criminal proceedings. And everyone at Rakesh’s firm had been let go.

Diana let the news wash over her. Rakesh didn’t quite know how to tell her the worst of it…

The couple sat on their couch, staring at each other in a state of shock that was ebbing into devastation.

“Ra, the mandatory rent increase this year…”

“I know.”

“And our travel expenses from the summer. And your Mazda lease. I mean, we still haven’t –”

“I know,” Rakesh replied, staring at the floor.

Suddenly, Diana put her hands over her mouth.

“Oh no,” she said.

With a start she had realized the full import of this turn of events.

“Yes,” Rakesh confirmed, finally meeting her eyes.

“Our savings…”

Rakesh gave an aching, prolonged nod before he responded.

“They were all –”

---

ABRUPTLY CUT TO:

EXT. CHELSEA STREET. WIDE VIEW.

Looking in from outside Diana and Rakesh’s living room window.

Our view ZOOMS OUT slowly.

As the couple talk, we can still hear them – only their voices are now lightly distorted and filtered.

RAKESH (V.O.)
-- in my Kraftbank account.
(beat)
They’ve been wiped.

DIANA (V.O.)
Are we going to get them back?

RAKESH (V.O.)
Depends on the FCA ruling... but...
it doesn’t look good.

DIANA (V.O.)
Ra, my position at the consultancy --

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. OCEAN. DAY.

CAMERA travels over the high seas.

The crackle of their distorted conversation continues over.

DIANA (V.O.)
It’s deferred. Given the funding at the
start-up, I doubt they’ll advance me anything.

RAKESH (V.O.)
I assume your folks are still out of the
question...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. ISLAND. DAY.

Blue sky. A dazzling white beach. Palm-fringed coasts circle a little Pacific paradise surrounded by ocean.

The island from our opening titles. Only now, there are no strange buildings protruding from its green peaks --

Just a single GRAY SHED, clustered in meryta trees. We TRACK towards it.

DIANA (V.O.)
You know that. And I just helped Sujata
with that loan. It could be months
before she pays us back. Maybe a year.

RAKESH (V.O.)
... We don’t have that kind of time...

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. SHED.

A SMALL, GLOWING SCREEN, in the dark room.

A green WAVEFORM of Rakesh and Diana’s distorted voices spikes and ebbs.

RAKESH (V.O.)
I did the math.

DIANA (V.O.)
The math?

RAKESH (V.O.)
Yes...
(beat)
We’ll be flat broke within a month.

Someone is listening in and recording them.

BACK TO:

---

Flat broke. Within a month.

The words landed like shattering glass. Diana blanched at Rakesh’s pronouncement.

The couple sat there.

Long minutes passed.

Then, a microscopic dilation expanded in Diana’s eyes.

Her mind started to move, flutter, compute. Her heart gradually quickened.

Another minute passed.

Diana reached for her husband’s hand.

"Ra," she began softly. She inched closer on the couch. "The show."

Rakesh furrowed his brow.

"The one you showed me."

Rakesh didn’t understand. What was she talking about?

She put her hand on his thigh. An electric charge rushed up his leg. Instantly, he understood.

"The Wife Games," Diana breathed.

Without warning, Rakesh’s cock was hardening into an erection.

"Y-yes?"

"Remember how I came while watching it?" Diana whispered. "While you ate my pussy… again and again…"

Rakesh looked at his wife’s full lips as she spoke.

"Because," Diana continued, her voice dropping even lower. "I imagined it was me doing those challenges… in front of you…"

A shiver shook through Rakesh’s engorging dick. Diana moved closer still. Their warm legs pressed against each other.

"How much," she asked Rakesh. "Do you think the prize money is?"

---

About a month later, after a rigorous vetting process and a series of intimate interviews… on the set of those very Wife Games… Rakesh’s fingers clamped the sides of his reclinable chair…

His fingernails hurt. His knuckles were white.

His hot, curvy wife Diana was on her knees in front of him, stroking a complete stranger’s cock in one hand.

The attractive man was the only totally nude stranger in the circle. He looked down lustily as Diana’s hand glided expertly over his oiled-up cock.

Behind them, Rakesh was peripherally aware of Daisey tugging listlessly on her prospect’s rod. He could hear the college boy in front of Patti moan deeply, but she was hidden from Rakesh’s view behind the young man’s ass.

But right now, his eyes could only soak in the sight of his own slutty wife, two feet away.

Diana’s lips were parted erotically as she skillfully massaged the strange cock. She looked over at her husband. Rakesh’s cock stuck straight up in his lap.

She raised her eyebrows. And she started to dirty talk… to both of the men.

"Do you like how I’m jacking off his cock, baby?" she asked Rakesh, her voice dripping with innocence. "Am I doing a good job?"

Rakesh could only nod. His parched lips wouldn’t produce a sound.

Diana grinned. She looked up at the naked stranger.

"My husband says I’m doing a good job being a slut for you…"

Diana’s pace increased. Her fingers squeezed the bulging head with each upstroke.

She loved the feeling of a new cock in her hand…

"Do you like sluts?" she whispered to the man. "Do you like that I’m a naughty, married, fuck-slut?"

The man gritted his teeth. The beautiful hotwife had a filthy mouth…

Diana was trying to suss the stranger out. She needed to find the line of dirty talk that would get him to cum for her…

Rakesh looked down at his own pulsing cock. His head gushed a steady stream of pre-cum. Only minutes ago, he couldn’t get hard. And now his whole shaft seemed to shake from the tension in his balls.

"Do you wanna spray me?" Diana asked. She breathed hotly on the stranger’s bulging cock-head as she stroked. After the penalties of the last round, she was extremely cautious not to touch him with anything but her hands.

Rakesh’s nude body glistened with excitement. He watched his hot wife, clad in nothing but revealing mesh lingerie. And as camera lenses circled and zoomed around them… as a titillated audience watched the three wives stroke their chosen men from all sides… as they ogled Rakesh’s wife’s tits and shaved pussy and practically naked ass…

Diana passionately masturbated a man she’d never met before.

"Spray me like a slut," Diana begged him, in front of her husband. "Pleeeease?"

She reached up with her other hand. She worked his balls with her fingernails. Both Rakesh and the stranger groaned.

Diana looked over at Rakesh.

She glanced at his pulsing, cum-throbbed cock, that he was trying so hard not to touch… he just didn’t want to risk cumming, and robbing them of some critical points later…

"Look," she said to the man, keeping her eyes fixed on Rakesh’s dick. "Look how hard my husband is… Even he wants you to spray his slut."

Diana licked her lips wetly as she stared into her husband’s eyes. She let him ogle her, relishing the hungry gaze of the man she loved…

As she jerked off a stranger’s oiled-up cock…

Kneaded a stranger’s oiled-up balls…

Rakesh’s eyes shut. He was terrified that he was going to spray his load.

And then…

Patti squealed out in delight.

"Fuck yeah, my hot bitch!" Patti’s husband, Karl, cheered. "Get that frat boy’s cum!"

Rakesh’s view of Patti was still obscured, but every monitor around them presented a kinky sight…

The beautiful model beamed broadly as she stroked rope after rope of spunk from the college boy’s stiff, young dick.

Rakesh’s eyes widened. And, along with Diana’s, his spirits sunk.

The youngster’s head was thrown back in a grimace. He shot like a firehose. Thick splashes of his cum drowned Patti’s massive tits in an erotic river. Stray spunk sprayed wetly on her pretty face, covering her grin…

"And there it is!" Jessica announced. The audience roared. "Our first cum-shot of the Cum-Off!"

Rakesh’s distraught gaze racked to the scoreboard over the crowd.

Patti and Karl now had six points. Rakesh and Diana were still at minus three. An impossible, nine-point lead.

"But we still have a minute and thirty seconds to go!" Chris said. "Well, 1:29… 1:28…"

Diana looked desperately at her husband. The hot wife’s fingers resumed stroking the nameless man.

"Can our other wives net any points at all?"

Rakesh looked his wife in the eyes. We need this, baby — he tried to say with his gaze.

Diana felt the stranger’s meat sliding in her grip. How on earth could she get this man off with just a minute and change left?

Of course, Diana thought. They did have one, last-ditch failsafe available…

She wondered if now was the time to use her Secret Ripcord.

"Oh my gosh!" Chris’s voice perked up in surprise. "In an unprecedented showing, we have our slut-wife Patti going for a second cum-load!"

Diana and Rakesh looked over in shock.

Indeed, Patti was masturbating the college-goer’s dick with renewed vigor. The young man was, incredibly, growing hard again.

He groaned as the cum-covered beauty dirty-talked him, her freshly spunked smile tantalizingly close to his cock…

"Shoot for me," Patti purred. She worked his hardening slab. "Come on, college boy… you only covered my big titties… I need more…"

Fuck, Diana thought, her mind working desperately while she jerked her stranger. That’s why Patti had chosen the young man. Strategy… He was eager, virile, and full of spunk… and by far the youngest of the three men in the circle.

Patti had been aiming for double points all along…

"A minute and fifteen seconds!" Chris announced.

"If you give me more cum," Patti said enticingly. "I’ll let you fuck me after…"

The young man groaned.

"Let you blow a load in my tight little pussy…" Patti said, licking her lips. "Bet you’ve never done that, have you?"

Her guess was apparently correct as the virginal student groaned loudly. He closed his eyes, feeling a new batch of cum boiling…

Diana needed to think fast.

No, she couldn’t use the Ripcord… not yet. Not ever…

Using it could mean the end of her marriage…

She shook the thought and formed another plan. A naughty one…

Diana glanced at her aroused husband. He was clearly distracted by Patti’s sexy cum-coated body as she tried to coax a second load. So was Diana’s own stranger.

It was time to change that.

"Baby," she stage-whispered to Rakesh.

Both men looked at Diana’s pretty, heart-shaped face.

"I’m gonna be really bad now… okay?" she asked rhetorically.

She gazed up at the other man. "Because I need your cum, stranger. I reeeeallly need some hot cum."

Diana took her left hand off his ball-sack. She sucked her index finger into her mouth. She drew it out slowly.

It shone with her saliva.

"One minute," Chris counted down.

Still stroking the man’s hard dick with one hand, Diana reached between his toned legs. Her sopping index finger moved behind him.

She reached the wet digit between his ass-cheeks…

Diana pushed her fingertip into the man’s asshole.

The stranger’s eyes popped wide with surprise.

"Oh, FUCK!" he screamed out.

Rakesh’s head - and cock - nearly exploded.

Diana jacked the man’s dick rapidly with one hand. Her finger pushed into his tight ass.

Rakesh’s wife was on a mission for cum.

"Well," Jessica said on her mic. "It looks like our spunk-queen Diana is trying a hot new tactic…"

Rakesh’s mouth hung open with cartoonish shock.

He couldn’t believe his wife was finger-fucking another man’s asshole, right in front of him…

Far behind Diana, Kevin’s jaw dropped open. He’d already had his sights on Diana, and now she was blowing his mind. He completely ignored his own wife’s inproficient handjob.

Ass-play was one of Kevin’s greatest kinks, and Daisey had never wanted to indulge it…

Diana swelled with arousal, wantonly playing with the man’s asshole.

She had done it for Rakesh, once, in their shower. He’d shot his load like an exploding hose… Which was just what Diana needed this stranger to do now…

"Oh fuck, FUCK, fuck!" the man said, gritting his teeth. "You hot slut…"

"Yessss…" Diana moaned out. "Call me filthy fucking names! I love it!"

Her nearly naked pussy was soaked and aching… She wished Rakesh would get under her and eat her out right then.

"Call me a whore in front of my husband!" Diana said.

"You fucking… whore," the man said to Rakesh’s wife. All his attention was on Diana’s finger dithering his anus. "You hot… ass-fingering… whore…"

"Forty-five seconds!"

"You like that?" Diana asked naughtily. "Hmm, naughty boy? You like when I play with your asshole?"

She could feel his thick head bulging in her grasp. She could feel his tight asshole grip her probing finger.

He was close…

"You like my slut finger in your ass, baby?"

The stranger groaned, long and low.

Kevin’s eyes kept shifting distractedly between his own wife, and the show Diana was putting on.

Daisey’s routine handjob was still having little effect on the Kevin-lookalike. Unlike Diana, Daisey just listlessly repeated a chant. "Cum," the petite woman intoned. "Cum…"

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BRIEF CUT:

A SPLIT SCREEN.

Three-way action of Patti, Daisey, and Diana, all jerking and dirty-talking their bulging strangers…

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"Thirty seconds!" Chris counted.

Patti was expertly working on drawing a second load from the collegiate’s cock.

"Think of how hot my wet, married pussy will feel," she moaned to the young man. "Give me that thick cum… in my dirty cunt…"

Karl masturbated his fat shaft, cheering his wife on.

"Twenty-five seconds…"

Diana needed this… if Patti got another cum-shot before her, they were finished…

"I love playing with guys’ assholes!" Diana yelled suddenly. "I fucking LOVE it!"

The audience cheered at the slutty pronouncement. The excited man closed his eyes.

Rakesh watched his wife finger the nameless man’s asshole. He watched her jack him and tell the world how much she liked anally fingering men…

He clenched the chair and felt his own hard cock vibrate. Rakesh could feel it thrum, feel his balls churn…

"I’m a fucking slut," Diana said ecstatically. She looked hotly at her husband. "I’m a dirty slut, baby… you married a slut… sluts like me play with all the boys’ assholes…"

Diana’s fingertip moved rapidly, sloppily, in and out. Her finger smacked wetly as she toyed with the tight grip of the stranger’s anus. Her other hand stroked his excited cock, fast and hard…

"Cum for me, baby," she said to the man. "While I play with your dirty asshole… in front of my rock-hard hubby…"

"Twenty… Nineteen…"

"Dirty, bad slut… I’m a dirty slut for boys’ dirty assholes…"

And then…

The stranger groaned. His dick bucked.

A rope of thick cum shot out…

"Yesssssss," Diana purred.

The stranger growled and swore. His hard cock spewed…

Rakesh watched with wide eyes…

Diana stretched out her tongue…

A stranger’s cum splattered on her tongue and lips.

Diana’s kept milking the stud’s prostate. His cock shot again…

Rakesh suddenly grunted from deep within his belly.

His cock and balls took control of him. They flexed his legs and pushed him upwards. Rakesh reared up from his seat.

He couldn’t help it… Rakesh’s thrust his hips towards his wife.

And thick cum shot out of his dick…

Diana squealed with surprise. The stranger’s second spurt splashed her outstretched tongue. She turned with her cum-filled mouth open, to her suddenly standing husband.

Rakesh’s cum sprayed on his wife’s face, joining the stranger’s load…

Rakesh moaned like a caterwaul. His head swam. The sight of his wife, her wet finger in another man’s ass… her tongue receiving his hot load… It was all too much for him.

"Oh, fuck, baby!" Diana said, giggling as the two men’s cum hit her face repeatedly. "Cover my slutty face!"

The two men emptied their balls on her…

"FUCK, DI!" Rakesh shouted. More cum rushed from his sac to his cock-head.

More wet loads from both the men landed on Diana’s laughing face.

The hot-wife was in slut heaven.

"Ho-lee shit," Chris laughed over the speakers. "It looks like sexy Diana cannot get enough cum! And with just ten seconds to go, it se—"

The urgent patter of feet interrupted his voice.

Kevin, Daisey’s husband, was suddenly rushing from his seat. His cock was in his hand.

Daisey looked at her husband, astonished.

Diana registered the skinny man in her peripheral vision. Still kneeling, she pulled her finger from the stranger’s ass and turned to the approaching husband.

"What happened, baby?" she said to Kevin. "You like what I’m doing to him?"

Kevin nodded frantically, beating his cock over Diana’s face. He desperately wanted the same. Diana knew this.

She grinned devilishly. She reached back and pushed her other fingertip into Kevin’s asshole.

Kevin moaned out so loudly, every person in the circle turned to watch them…

Diana pushed her finger deeper into his ass. It sank in to the first knuckle.

"You like when I fuck your asshole?" she said with a giggle. "You naughty boy—"

Diana didn’t finish the sentence.

A massive geyser of cum splashed her face, yet again.

Kevin roared like a gut-shot animal.

His balls, full and round, emptied themselves in tapioca-like ropes onto Rakesh’s kneeling hot-wife.

Her wriggling finger felt incredible in his tight ass… He’d never felt anything like it.

Diana giggled. She couldn’t believe it. She felt sluttier than she ever had before. She felt cum-drunk.

She cupped her mesh-covered tits and lowered herself below Kevin’s spurting dick. She stuck out her tongue, offering herself to his cock.

Her finger moved rapidly inside his tight, virginal asshole.

The skinny, pent-up husband sprayed her face.

And kept spraying…

It seemed he hadn’t cum at all since the Games had begun. He ejaculated his stored-up load all over Rakesh’s wife.

The slut was being utterly covered in cum.

Rakesh wobbled on his legs. He was completely dazed.

Three men had now paid their wet tribute to his wife…

Rakesh had barely gotten over the shock of Diana playing with a nameless stranger’s asshole. He’d barely gotten over his own body reflexively dousing her in cum. And now his wife was receiving a third load from another husband in the circle…

"And… time?" Jessica announced, with a laugh.

The audience erupted in ear-shattering applause. Bassy music swelled.

Lights faded up around the room.

Kevin squeezed a final string of sperm. It shot out, missing Diana’s face. It trickled down to her drenched sex.

Diana’s breasts were soaked with jets of spunk. Three facials had coated her face in messy white streaks. And as Diana turned seductively to her husband…

Rakesh caught a naughty glint in her eyes.

She eased her finger out of Kevin’s asshole.

Diana opened her mouth wide for her husband.

It was filled with cum.

She moved her tongue around lasciviously, playing with the messy pool of multiple mens’ semen within…

Rakesh groaned, disbelieving, and fell back onto his chair.

This was the woman he married?

Still staring at her husband, Diana closed her mouth and swallowed noisily.

Then, with her eyes fixed on Rakesh, she sucked first one index finger between her lips… and then the other. Fingers that had just been in the assholes of two other men…

Rakesh watched through lidded eyes as Diana silently mouthed words at him…

 

"I’m your slut…"

The other women in the circle released their own strangers’ rods.

Daisey stared at Diana with daggers in her eyes. After all, the thieving hotwife had completely usurped her husband’s cum in the challenge…

It was more than mere jealousy. It was pure contempt.

Daisey wanted only to get her revenge…

Patti, on the other hand, gazed with grudging admiration. Diana was proving to be quite the worthy opponent after all.

Chris and Jessica stepped back into the circle.

"What a damn round!" Chris said. His erection tented the front of his robe as he stepped close to Diana.

"Incredible," Jessica said. "Diana takes home three points for making her studly stranger shoot his wad, making her score —"

The scoreboards around updated. Diana and Rakesh were now at… "Zero!"

Diana smiled. It wasn’t an out-and-out victory, but they had become even with Daisey and Kevin.

"But wait," Chris said. "I’m getting word from our producers that these will not be the final scores of the Cum-Off."

An "ooooh" proliferated through the audience.

Diana gazed at Rakesh with an eyebrow raised on her cum-glazed face.

"Since Diana’s hot performance also made her husband and Daisey’s husband shoot, both within the time limit…" Jessica said.

"She will get three points for each of their loads too." Chris said. "Which means… six more points!"

Diana’s eyes went wide. She turned and beamed beautifully at Rakesh. She could just kiss him right then for shooting on her…

But, with all the spunk in her mouth and all over her face, she didn’t know if he’d want that… would he?

The scores updated.

Patti was at 6. Daisey at 0. Diana and Rakesh were also now at 6.

They had tied for the lead!

Kevin reproachfully returned to his seat. Now Daisey shot utter rage at him with her glare. Kevin tried to avoid his wife’s eyes.

Yes, she would get her revenge on Diana…

She simmered with an idea.

Daisey stood silently from her seat. She moved for the producers’ booth…

Diana noticed. A growing worry began to gnaw at her. She bit her cum-soaked lip.

Her spent stranger nodded gratefully at Diana, shaking his head in disbelief. He turned and nodded awkwardly at Rakesh, and then moved out of the circle.

Patti and Daisey’s chosen men were doing the same. Both those strangers, however, still had fully engorged erections.

"Now let’s send these pretty women to the showers before we do the day’s Wrap-Up, shall we?" Chris said. "And then we’ll say goodbye to our losing couple…"

"But for now, let’s take a quick commercial break —"

"Wait," Diana said.

Rakesh - and everyone else there - looked over at the kneeling woman in surprise.

Diana had reached out and stopped the two strangers from leaving. The college boy and the clean-cut man looked confused.

"The round is over now, right?" Diana asked the show’s hosts. Cum dripped down her face and breasts, making her look impossible slutty. "Which means we don’t have to use only our hands?"

"Uh, I guess so, sweetie," Jessica said, amused. "But this isn’t a challenge. You know you can’t get any more points, right?"

"I know," Diana said. The cum-coated hot-wife reached for the two men’s thighs. She nudged the pair of strangers closer around her.

Diana looked at Rakesh.

Her poor husband didn’t know if he had any more shock left in his reserve of emotions…

"I can’t let these boys walk away like this, baby," Diana pouted at her husband. "It’s cruel. I hope you don’t mind…"

"Mind… what?"

But before Rakesh could get an answer…

Diana grabbed the college boy’s cock. Still looking at her husband, she opened her mouth wide… and wrapped her lips around his long, young shaft.

Rakesh was slack-jawed. Chris and Jessica chuckled.

"She really is some slut!" Chris said.

Theme music came over the scene, and the lights began to roam off.

Rakesh just watched, while his wife sucked one hard dick into her mouth. Then she noisily slurped her lips off of it and moved on to the other.

Sucking off two complete strangers right in front of Rakesh, for the first time…

And it wasn’t even part of the damn competition.

"The Wife Games will be back after these messages…"